Chase//Skymau//mature content

Prom

   He sat down and handed her a coffee. "Thank you" she said, she sipped it slowly. "So Jess, tell me about you" he said, she nodded. "Well I'm not that special really, typical stuff. My dad left when I was younger, I didn't have many friends" she stated, he shook his head. "I know there's more" he said, she gave a weak smile and placed her glasses on his desk.

    *trigger warning: please don't read if you are sensitive to suicide/self harm. I, in no way intend to offend, displease and most of all cause pain to anyone. I simply am a writer who has been through some of this. This is all experience and research based*

   "Well... it all started in seventh grade. My grandma died. We were very close" she started, he apologized but she brushed it off. "Over that summer it got worse, usually I liked going back to school but eight grade I realized, school just gets worse." She said, he related to that feeling. "Eight grade was a total night mare, I barely did work, didn't do math at all. But, I passed with honor, I think my teacher felt pity for me." She said, she looked up at him. He simply nodded in understanding, that's all she needed to keep going.

    "Highschool sucked but it's easier to skip classes or not go at all. So I didn't. Until the last two years, by then I knew I had to get my grades up, good collage, good job so I could take care of my mom and myself,  or any family I may have in the future" she says. "I remember my friends always used to talk about prom, they'd ask me about my dress and what date I would want" she continued after sipping her coffee. "I used to just say I didn't know but in my head think... if I make it that far" she said, he knew exactly what she meant. (Suicide if you didn't understand).

   He simply hugged her. "I understand" he said, she wiped away a quick tear and went back to being her cold hard self. "So did you ever go?" He asked, she tilted her head at him. "To prom" he clarified. She shook her head no. "I failed to mention that during those 5 years from grade 8 to senior year I... cut myself... a lot." She said, he almost wanted to cry. A women so gorgeous harming her self, the thought almost made him sick. "And a dress would have..." she trailed off. "I never went either, if like to though" he said. "I know, I can't help but look back and think... I should've went" she said, he turned to his computer and pulled up YouTube.

   *play song*

  "Jessica, may I have the dance? I only ask as your fake, adult, prom date" he says, she frowns. "I can't dance" she says, he chuckles. "THRN I ADAM DAHLBERG SHALL TEACH YOU" he announced, she stood up. He placed her hand on his shoulder and took her other in his, his other rested (gentlemenly and politely) on her waist. "Now move to the beat slowly." He said, she looked down and her feet. "Vaaaan tuuu treeee" Adam counted in a very strange accent. "Vaaaan tuuu tree Vaaaan tuuu tree" he counted, she couldn't help but laugh a little. 

    "Vook ats misssssssss not your faaaeeet" he said, she looked up to his face. "Vook in my iyess" he said, the dance around in his office happily, much better then any prom would've been.